Can't Live With 'Em ...

Cows! Ya can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em! Just ask Ree. And these two are getting too big for their britches! Ever since our farm trip, they think they can do whatever they please! It's like kids with an allowance for the first time. Remember that? All of a sudden the world is their oyster, they're turning up their noses at your cooking because they want to pay - THEIR OWN MONEY - to order pizza (no, my children never turned up their noses at my cooking BEFORE. Why do you ask?) A little bit of power or money and suddenly the rest of their world looks small and shabby. Ingrates. Did I say that out loud?

Well, Fred and Bessie got swelled heads last week when they met a real live fan. The kiss was more than their little egos could take, and it's been Moo Moo Moo all week since. Now they think they're super stars. So much so that they've gotten into my china cabinet, which I assume means they think they're too good for the kitchen, what with it's every day dishes, chipped glasses and plastic cups. Look at 'em, for Pete's sake! They're using my potpourri as a bed! Those are the rose petals from my floribundas back in Virginia! Who let the bull in the china cabinet?!

I pulled them out of the china cabinet, but you know that wasn't the end of things. I'm beginning to think that maybe a road trip wasn't such a good idea for these two after all. After placing them carefully on the cutting board in the kitchen, next to the butter (they seem to really like being next to the butter), I headed to the back of the house to get some laundry done, then scrub the bathroom floor. I don't know about you, but when I start sticking to the bathroom floor, it's time to scrub. When I came around the corner into my living room, this is what I found.


Fred, what on earth? First the big cows on the farm, then the fine china, and now a face off with Obi-Wan Kenobi? What's next? Dinner with John Cusak? And I can't tell if Fred is asking him to play Mancala or challenging him to a duel, but Obi-Wan sure looks ready for a fight. Lord only knows what a light saber would do to my poor bovine, but I didn't stick around to find out. I snatched Fred away, gave him a firm talking to (who knows if it did any good? It's like he speaks another language. oh, wait ...), then hollered for Little Guy to come put Daddy's doll away. Yes, Margo, I said doll. :)

It's a zoo around here. Or a barnyard. And someone's left the barn door open. So what else is new? Remind me, later to post photos of the Medieval Times Festival they held in my kitchen.

Until I write again ...

Flea

P.S. For those of y'all who haven't noticed, I try and change my header quote with every posts. Today's couldn't BE more perfect! Check it out!